I felt like there was a small, but major revelation during my morning rosary during my drive into work. I was praying the sorrowful mysteries, and when I started the last decade; right near the end of the like second or third Hail Mary this thought came to my mind.
As we end the Hail Mary: “Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and and at the hour of our death.” I pictured us as brothers of Christ, as children of Our Blessed Mother, crying out from the cross, from our cross. Asking, pleading to Our Mother to pray for us. To give us the comfort that a loving mother provides.
How close to Christ can we draw if die to our flesh, whatever particular sin or inclination we are struggling with; if we cry out to Mary, as Christ did when in his final agony. How loving is the mother that Jesus shares with us that she will pray for us. That Christ’s forgiveness and mercy so directly flows into Her; that even though Her son was sacrificed for us, she loves us still.
Then I was given the thought not just like Christ on the cross, but also like Mary suffering the sorrowful birth pains of the Messiah. Jesus gives us not just a model, but so many branches in our family tree to call upon for intercession, for help, for love. Least of all His Mother!
Let our hearts break for one another and our silent suffering, and may Christ’s unending charity flow through us. May our hearts never empty when drawn from His eternal well spring of goodness.
Never underestimate the suffering your neighbor or loved ones may keep to themselves. Let us give love to each other, as much and as often as we can.
